Wiki - What Happened To Fire? lyrics

[Intro: Wiki] You know, me and Droog We out here doing our thing, you know what it is man You know what i... You know it's Coney Island, Chinatown, Upper West Whatever the f** you want, you know? Check, check, yo, yo Yo, yo, check, yo ... [Verse 1: Your Old Droog] I'm the best even when I'm rusty And the style still fresh, although I'm dusty These custies must be on dopamine or something Who'da thought in today's age being dope'll mean nothing Cats pushing bu*tons Got actual DJ's suicidal, now they really be cuttin' Might say it's harsh, but I'm paid in full Jacket suede and wool - cannot wash After money and the power, we already got respect Won't even get a check until I get a "check check" Think I do this as a hobby? Nah, B But if I wasn't getting paid to rock I'd still be writing probably Or stealing on somebody in a robbery Crack jaws like Bobby, sh** All the lead leave his head split Hollow tip like House Party, follow the drip Cowards - it's no match for my prowess Heard 2 bars and I could tell you ain't put in your 10,000 hours You got on early and it hurt you, 'cause you so-so Patience is a virtuoso Having runback lines while you making the same song Literally got one-track minds Yo these dudes is insufferable Me, I just play my part and I'm smart enough to know That all the true gangsters either in a box or behind bars Doing real time, no Bill Maher I spit it slick, hit a lick with no guitar Live from the loosie spot, aka Bogotá I'm Eric Bogosian, up late composin' Satirical miracles, every lyric I goes in Just like the times we had to hop the train just to go somewhere Metrocard like OGC - no fare In the cut with a 40 oz beer While cats try to act all suave and debonair Thought they could see me live in the square Froze like Jackson 5 hair [Verse 2: Wiki] What happened to fire? You ain't have sh** out, but you happily retired You casually conspire against me You resent me, so why you dapping me you liar? Then you asking me for hire? Are you kidding? Made a living begging when you do your biddings I'm ending you, that's it I made my decision, kicking Type sh** bending like a prism when the light hit Might just hit 'em with the right, hit the right switch Type of cats over-righteous, don't know what life is I'm the type of cat see fly sh** and wanna buy it Violet, color of the gem in the lazarus My chick, coming out [?] she the baddest b**h Yeah I might say some savage sh** if it's accurate And sure, you'll be mad at it but you can't battle it Peep what I said before Y'all sleep while I dead you all [?] but you ain't getting on I will freak every last [?] to a mil or more Why you cats catching feelings for? Do you feel the force? It ain't with you, kid, it ain't witch you It ain't in you, the rap gods ain't pick you It's Vishnu If we talking Hindu, back to the force Mace Windu